This is a little overdue so I guess I have a lot to cover.
My painting has come to a sudden halt, after the completion of three new decent sized pieces, due to financial reasons. I am broke. Poor. Starving; the horrible image artists have too much been associated with. But more importantly, I am restricting myself in terms of painting and experimenting with other mediums. What is even more important than this is that I am still a nobody and nameless beyond my town and classrooms and, if this starvation continues, will remain this way until further notice. But who cares, we shouldn’t give a fuck. At twenty years old, I am farther ahead than all the others my age I know and have a foundation to go back to when something fails. While they still try to figure out what they want to do, I am doing it little by little and having a subtle impact on those around me. But somethings are amongst this thin air, taking what little oxygen I have left to call my own and causing a recent collapse.
Besides the financial ruin, my mother (if you haven’t been keeping up) is going to jail. I have recently written a letter to somewhat lessen the punishment, but honestly don’t want to. That is besides the point. I will have to, once again, take the responsibility of guiding my sister into a decent life. But her teenage angst is rising and I don’t want a part of this anymore.
I have been working harder than ever to get out of here and transfer to another college; Ringling School of Art and Design. I have high hopes and am waiting on the letter of truth. The letter to forever change my life. I have realized the only way to get out of this life is through education. I am sick of being broke, nameless and stuck inside of a town in which nobody cares for. I need some materialism to become disgusted with. I need some experience under my belt but more importantly I need to re-visit the areas in which my childhood took place to get some motivation…to see how far I have come.
What am I doing for now?
Living. Getting by through school and poetry. Music.
I have a show, once again at Pia Sjolin Design sometime in Feb. It has escaped my head, as that is how little I am focused on it. Something is terribly wrong.
I have been doing more and more design lately and have taken an interest in trying to get the attention of more investors. Installation projects have been coming and going, but I am onto something with this one…I’ll keep you posted.
-Mike Detelj
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